Turning 40 isn’t a difficult thing to do but deciding what you really want for your birthday is.
And as she searched inside her heart and head.
She found the only thing she really wanted was death.
And why shouldn’t she have what she really wanted? It was her birthday after all.
She kept it a secret. She decided she would give herself the 6 months before her birthday to find a cure. To find a reason not to die.
And in that time she would dream like a mad woman of all the ways she could end it. She would write each day of a different way to die. Until she had died so many times in her head, the real thing would become either pointless or inevitable.
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Although at first, this read and seemed both dark and morbid... On subsequent visits and therefore with greater familiarity, I recognise that it is in fact a great bit o literature (as like in a page from a book)… Or an outstanding bit o prose poetry.... It could quite easily be published as both....
Neville
It was kind of a blurb.
I was surprised when I a friend responded with why the doom and gloom.
I saw it as quieter powerful and assertive.
Free even.
Ps. Thank you
Only 40! There is a great deal of life to live yet and it will all be good.
Andy
She is easily disappointed I guess?
High expectations?
Or maybe life had been rubbish?
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